“Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way,
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow.”

— Lydia Maria Child

The New England Boy's Song About Thanksgiving Day http://www.potw.org/archive/potw64.html, st. 1, from Flowers for Children (1844-1846).
1840s

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American abolitionist, author and women's rights activist 1802–1880

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“Over the river, and through the wood,To grandfather's house we go;The horse knows the way,To carry the sleigh,Through the white and drifted snow.”

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“Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way,
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow.”